Ask Erin: How Can You Eat Meat & Be A Yogi?

Ask Erin: How Can You Eat Meat & Be A Yogi?

Disclaimer: This post is not any sort of political statement and I want to clarify that yes, I’m aware that this logic is not necessarily ideal for solving food shortages in developing countries, and that any food is better than no food in those areas. This is not an argument for how everyone should eat; it is simply my opinion and my reasoning for why I eat the way that I do. I do not discourage alternative diets like vegan/vegetarian/GF or any other modified version, nor do I think they’re incorrect in any way at all. Again, this is strictly my thought process for my personal food choices. **** I’m not speaking on the health side of things here, but merely offering my own opinion. I eat meat and always have, to include chicken, fish, and some beef. I’ve spent most of my adult life around cooking and eating, and two of the most influential people in my life are Italian and German, neither of which is known for having particularly vegetarian/vegan tendencies, haha ๐Ÿ˜‰ Adding to this, I live with a French man who has exquisite taste in cheese and wine and can cook a mean filet and there’s not a cell in my body that desires to eliminate any of these things from my โ€œmenu,โ€ so to speak. I think a lot of people are with me on this, but the yoga world is particularly unforgiving when it comes to diets that are a bit more… lax. On the flip side, I also understand what it’s like to feel badly about eating meat, especially now that we’ve...
#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

#badyogi does Wanderlust – Day 1

Can I be really honest here? I’m at Wanderlust in Vermont and I’ve spent the entire day walking around exploring the grounds, checking out classes and people watching. And all day it took every single fiber in my being not to silently make fun of every single one of these people; they aren’t really your average class-going yogis, either. They’re ultra dedicated to the cause: I’m talking barefoot, dreadlocked, body painted, hennaed, kombucha-loving hippies (and I do mean that in the nicest way possible, of course). I, on the other hand, don’t exactly fit with these people. Obviously. I mean, I call myself the bad yogi and I don’t know how much more contrarian it can get after that, haha. Maybe like the meth cooking yogi? Too far, ok moving on… Anyway, so I ate a freaking delicious meal but when I ordered I’m pretty sure I could physically feel the daggers being shot in my direction because I ordered the only item on the menu with bacon. Go figure! After dinner I was supposed to go to this party called the Wanderlust Spectacular, which was basically a cirque du soleil -esque performance punctuated by random dancing. Now, let me stop here because you probably don’t know that I don’t dance in public, lol. Actually, let me clarify: I just don’t dance alone in public. If I was with someone, then sure, but flyin’ solo? That just feels awkward! BUT! As I looked around in my total jerky, judgmental mood, I started seeing these people dancing like they didn’t even care if anyone was looking at them funny. They...